Andrew's Story

From the beginning, even when I was very young, about 3 or 4, I can always remember a sense of unease why my new step-father arrived on the scene. My biological father has walked out on us the year before and had left my mother financially stricken. My earliest memory of my first house was hiding behind the kitchen counter as loud knocks came from the front door. They were, what i can only speculate now, bailiffs or debt collectors seeking the payments that my mother had fallen behind on.

Throughout the cupboards in the kitchen, i remember there being very little food. Our usual meal consisted of a tin of beans/spaghetti between the four of us, on toast. My mum naturally went without most nights so us children could eat a bit more. Her weight dropped down to 6 stone at one point.

Then my mum met Steve, a driving instructor who owned his own business. My mum has never mentioned much about when she met him, but from what my grandparents have said she was head over heels for him. It must have partly been to do with meeting someone who owned his own business,someone who was successful and could provide for her and us 3 kids. Only being 4 or 5 years old at the time, I dont remember much about my mum and Steve and how they got together. The only thing i really remember was being picked up from school one day by them and being taken to a new house which they had bought together. Life finally seemed like it was getting better.

For the first few years, life was pretty good. My mum seemed happy and we were well provided for. However, there was always a feeling of unrest around Steve. He was never really that interested in us children, our needs and wants were never listened to or even asked about. The basics were always there; food and shelter; however the food we ate was dictated to us by Steve. If we expressed a dislike for the food, the answers were always "You'll eat what your given" and "When you do the shopping, then you can decide what you want to eat". We were even told what were and were not aloud to do. I dont mean silly things that kids want to do. I mean general day to day activities. For example, we would all be sat in the living room watching television. If i asked to go upstairs to play in my room, the answer was ' No! You'll do as your told."We would all then have to stay sat in the living room watching what he wanted to watch on Television. The total control over our lives was enough to make any child feel unloved.

At this point your probably wondering why my mum did not step in and say anything. Was she scared of him? Probably. But i think she knew that this life, no matter how dictated and controlled, was better than any life she could provide on her own. I think she was hoping that it would get better soon ad life would be great. But it didnt. It got much worse.

 

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From the beginning, even when I was very young, about 3 or 4, I can always remember a sense of unease why my new step-father arrived on the scene. My biological father has walked out on us the year before and had left my mother financially stricken. My earliest memory of my first house was hiding behind the kitchen counter as loud knocks came from the front door. They were, what i can only speculate now, bailiffs or debt collectors seeking the payments that my mother had fallen behind on.

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